Post by Sootflower on Jul 8, 2013 3:12:53 GMT
Sootflower
116 moons - Female - Straight
Shadowclan - Elder/Medicine cat
USER: Sparkie
116 moons - Female - Straight
Shadowclan - Elder/Medicine cat
USER: Sparkie
Behind the Name
Soot: For her dappled grey pelt
Flower: For her kind, motherly nature
Flower: For her kind, motherly nature
Personality
Sootflower is a very kind she-cat. She's always been gentle and friendly. She has endless patience and her temper is genuinely good natured. Her every action is always for the betterment of the clan, and she will swallow her own opinion's to back up and support her clan leader. The only time when she'd held her position against her leader is when interpreting signs for Starclan. Always, she is dedicated to her job and the clan.
However, it is very hard to trust her when she isn't doing her job or talking about Starclan. She's prone to lying to keep people happy. She can be very protective of her patients and sometimes over keeps them in her den and can even get snappy if someone suggests that she's done something wrong, or should have done something differently.
However, it is very hard to trust her when she isn't doing her job or talking about Starclan. She's prone to lying to keep people happy. She can be very protective of her patients and sometimes over keeps them in her den and can even get snappy if someone suggests that she's done something wrong, or should have done something differently.
Appearance
Sootflower's pelt is thick and somewhat shaggy. It's light grey with darker spots, giving it a dappled appearance. Her paws and underbelly are white and her tail is thicker than the rest of her fur. As she got older, the fur around her muzzle filled in silver. She has a few scars, the most prominent across the back of her head, from her left ear to her left shoulder, and green eyes. Because of her age, she is often stiff, making her gait seem sore.
History
Sootkit had only one other sibling, a sister by the name of Nettlekit. They were the only ones in the nursery for most of their kithood. A moon after they were born, the other kits reached their apprenticehood, and they were five and a half moons when the next litter was born. This isolation created a very strong bond between them, and they were nearly inseparable for most of their lives.
Sootpaw's first mentor, Mudtail, quickly became her favorite tom. He wasn't very much older than her, and he treated her like she could become the best warrior of the clan. He never spoiled her, but it was very obvious that he favored her. They quickly and obviously fell in love.
Unfortunately, a sickness from the carrion place swept through the clan, weakening it. The current medicine cat, Whitesong, could not cure it and they lost many cats that moon, including Mudtail. It broke Sootpaw's heart and she became very sick insider her heart. It was only Nettlepaw and Whitesong who could pull her from her depression, and Sootpaw finally noticed that Whitesong was also suffering and she felt guilty for her behavior. She quickly agreed to become Whitesong's apprentice in order to make up for her behavior.
Her apprenticeship was long and strenuous. Because she started very late, Sootpaw had to watch her sister become Nettleclaw. Whitesong had also gotten sick during the carrion poisoning and was quickly fading, adding a time requirement that left many questions unanswered. But Sootpaw persevered and finally, when she was 20 moons, accepted her medicine cat name of Sootflower.
Whitesong died not longer after her naming, and Sootflower realized that she hadn't learned everything she needed too to be a competent medicine cat. She subtly asked fellow medicine cats about certain things, trying not to show a weakness in her clan.
She was a very successful medicine cat, discovering a new plant that could stop a belly ache. When she was 35 moons, Nettleclaw had a litter of kittens with an unknown tom and Sootflower felt an ache deep in her chest for kits of her own. She never wavered from her love for Mudtail but found that she ached for a family of her own. Sootflower never begrudged her sister for having one, and it was only five moon's later that she took her apprentice Willowpaw, who showed a great promise.
Though she grew to be very old, Sootflower never really finished learning and teaching. But she is recognized as one of the best medicine cats in Shadowclan.
Sootpaw's first mentor, Mudtail, quickly became her favorite tom. He wasn't very much older than her, and he treated her like she could become the best warrior of the clan. He never spoiled her, but it was very obvious that he favored her. They quickly and obviously fell in love.
Unfortunately, a sickness from the carrion place swept through the clan, weakening it. The current medicine cat, Whitesong, could not cure it and they lost many cats that moon, including Mudtail. It broke Sootpaw's heart and she became very sick insider her heart. It was only Nettlepaw and Whitesong who could pull her from her depression, and Sootpaw finally noticed that Whitesong was also suffering and she felt guilty for her behavior. She quickly agreed to become Whitesong's apprentice in order to make up for her behavior.
Her apprenticeship was long and strenuous. Because she started very late, Sootpaw had to watch her sister become Nettleclaw. Whitesong had also gotten sick during the carrion poisoning and was quickly fading, adding a time requirement that left many questions unanswered. But Sootpaw persevered and finally, when she was 20 moons, accepted her medicine cat name of Sootflower.
Whitesong died not longer after her naming, and Sootflower realized that she hadn't learned everything she needed too to be a competent medicine cat. She subtly asked fellow medicine cats about certain things, trying not to show a weakness in her clan.
She was a very successful medicine cat, discovering a new plant that could stop a belly ache. When she was 35 moons, Nettleclaw had a litter of kittens with an unknown tom and Sootflower felt an ache deep in her chest for kits of her own. She never wavered from her love for Mudtail but found that she ached for a family of her own. Sootflower never begrudged her sister for having one, and it was only five moon's later that she took her apprentice Willowpaw, who showed a great promise.
Though she grew to be very old, Sootflower never really finished learning and teaching. But she is recognized as one of the best medicine cats in Shadowclan.
Family
Mother: Duskcrow
Father: Pinefur
Sister: Nettleclaw
Nieces/Nephews: Ratfur, Sagetail, Mistyblaze
Mentor: Mudtail (deceased), Whitesong
Apprentice: Willowsky
Father: Pinefur
Sister: Nettleclaw
Nieces/Nephews: Ratfur, Sagetail, Mistyblaze
Mentor: Mudtail (deceased), Whitesong
Apprentice: Willowsky
Role Play Sample
"Sootflower, we need you!" The yowl came from Thornfoot, the pale brown tom panting and frightened. "It's Nettleclaw. Her kits are coming."
Immediately, Sootflower scrambled from her moss bed, and gathered the right herbs. Borage, chervil, juniper berries, and willow bark. She had plently of each and knew it, lessening whatever mild panick she may have been feeling. This was one of the few things Whitesong had managed to cover during her apprenticeship. And it was close to Nettleclaw's kitting anyway. Her concern was for Thornfoot, who looked like he might pass out. He wasn't the father of the kits, as far as Sootflower knew, but was Nettleclaw's best friend and near constant companion.
She nosed a little bit of thyme at him, brushing her pelt against his reassuringly, and tossed as she left her den, "Chew it, it'll help your nerves. Everything's going to be okay."
She trotted towards the nursery, an unnatural stillness surrounding the thorn bush. Probably because the other queen's had taken their kits to visit the elders, leaving Nettleclaw in peace. Only Robinface was still there, murmuring into Nettleclaw's ear as the younger she-cat writhed in the moss. Sootflower was pleased to see the older queen; it would be good to have the experience for Nettleclaw.
"Here," She pushed the chervil, berries, and bark towards Robinface. "Make sure she eats these, please. I'll need to check on the kits."
She waited a moment, making sure her sister swallowed what she was given, then began her work, checking the kits, stroking Nettleclaw's grey stomach, and murmuring a few encouraging words. The birth was routine, there were no complications, and soon all three kits were suckling greedily at Nettleclaw's stomach.
"They're so precious." Robinface praised Nettleclaw, but Sootflower couldn't look at them. After the focus of the work had faded, she felt a deep hole in her chest, an overwhelming sadness she couldn't shake. It was the same heartache that came with thinking about Mudtail. She desperately longed for a family, but couldn't give her heart to any other tom. He was the only one for her.
"Sootflower." Nettleclaw meowed gently, watching the medicine cat closely. "Sootflower, I need your help to name them."
She shook herself, ears nearly catching on the thorns. Then she took a deep breath and looked at the small warm family. The kits really were beautiful; a small black tom, and two strong grey cats, a she-kit and another tom. She felt the pain threaten to spill over, but Nettleclaw's tail flicked across her shoulders. She caught her sister's eyes and saw the understanding and sympathy within them.
"Help me name them." But they both knew, Nettleclaw was really asking Sootflower to help her raise them.
She nodded and touched the small black tom. "I think, I think Ratkit. He's very small, but I think fierce. He is your first born after all."
"Yes. And the little she-kit will be Mistykit. But the other tom. You know herbs and plants, name him like his grandfather and his mother."
"Sage." Sootflower purred, crouching closer to her family. "He shall be Sagekit."
Immediately, Sootflower scrambled from her moss bed, and gathered the right herbs. Borage, chervil, juniper berries, and willow bark. She had plently of each and knew it, lessening whatever mild panick she may have been feeling. This was one of the few things Whitesong had managed to cover during her apprenticeship. And it was close to Nettleclaw's kitting anyway. Her concern was for Thornfoot, who looked like he might pass out. He wasn't the father of the kits, as far as Sootflower knew, but was Nettleclaw's best friend and near constant companion.
She nosed a little bit of thyme at him, brushing her pelt against his reassuringly, and tossed as she left her den, "Chew it, it'll help your nerves. Everything's going to be okay."
She trotted towards the nursery, an unnatural stillness surrounding the thorn bush. Probably because the other queen's had taken their kits to visit the elders, leaving Nettleclaw in peace. Only Robinface was still there, murmuring into Nettleclaw's ear as the younger she-cat writhed in the moss. Sootflower was pleased to see the older queen; it would be good to have the experience for Nettleclaw.
"Here," She pushed the chervil, berries, and bark towards Robinface. "Make sure she eats these, please. I'll need to check on the kits."
She waited a moment, making sure her sister swallowed what she was given, then began her work, checking the kits, stroking Nettleclaw's grey stomach, and murmuring a few encouraging words. The birth was routine, there were no complications, and soon all three kits were suckling greedily at Nettleclaw's stomach.
"They're so precious." Robinface praised Nettleclaw, but Sootflower couldn't look at them. After the focus of the work had faded, she felt a deep hole in her chest, an overwhelming sadness she couldn't shake. It was the same heartache that came with thinking about Mudtail. She desperately longed for a family, but couldn't give her heart to any other tom. He was the only one for her.
"Sootflower." Nettleclaw meowed gently, watching the medicine cat closely. "Sootflower, I need your help to name them."
She shook herself, ears nearly catching on the thorns. Then she took a deep breath and looked at the small warm family. The kits really were beautiful; a small black tom, and two strong grey cats, a she-kit and another tom. She felt the pain threaten to spill over, but Nettleclaw's tail flicked across her shoulders. She caught her sister's eyes and saw the understanding and sympathy within them.
"Help me name them." But they both knew, Nettleclaw was really asking Sootflower to help her raise them.
She nodded and touched the small black tom. "I think, I think Ratkit. He's very small, but I think fierce. He is your first born after all."
"Yes. And the little she-kit will be Mistykit. But the other tom. You know herbs and plants, name him like his grandfather and his mother."
"Sage." Sootflower purred, crouching closer to her family. "He shall be Sagekit."
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